(feat. Killah Priest, Kurupt)[Intro: Kurupt]Underdig, underdig thatPull it backBlast, pull his wig backIt's like thatLil' bitch niggazHorsemen[Chorus x2: Kurupt]Everybody thinkin' that they Talkin' the TalkEverybody thinkin' that they walkin' the walkNigga watch out, shit's about to sparkNigga cuz ya just can't do it, nigga we run through it[Kurupt]Everybody..[Canibus]You don't have a broad enough bandwidth to understand 'BisLike what if - I changed my name to CAN-I-RIPTell me, would you understand it?Or does it trouble you?Is it too much over your head, does it puzzle you?I can rap about whateva the fuck I wantWhat's wrong with rappin' about whateva the fuck I'd doneVisually and verbally, I'm hi-res cutting edgeand if you know Rakim then you should Know the LedgeI know I do, get everything I've ever rhymed tostaple it together and you got a fuckin bibleLet me remind you, records like Beasts from the Eastproove that I crucify youif I ever get to rap behind you.What about the freestyles I put on vinylfor DJs and hiphop heads to get hype toBesides who raps like I do?If you ever heard I'm not the best you bein' lied toHere's a FYI to I can ripbut you don't have the mental bandwith to understand BisNiggaz wanna talk the talkbut when they get their feet chopped offthey can't walk the walk[Kurupt]Bitch niggaz..[Chorus x2][Kurupt]Now I could rap about whateva the fuck I wantIs it wrong to rap about whateva the fuck I want?Fill the body bags, off the commando VolvoSendin' bodies home in car loadsIn my former life my name was RicardoPeople used to tease me and call me retardoThen got it started to whoopin' niggaz retardedRambunkious, raidin' niggaz, ricocheted itPower as Foreman, electric stormin'Horsemen stormin', ragin' war inNegligence, poetic PegasusNigga, smoke forms in the form of pestilenceI reign, like snow and hailAnd sour like Concords, "Boy, is that yo shit?Is that yo bitch?"Better get a nigga cuz she on the Horsemen dick (Bitch)Lyrical linguistic twist shit like licorice sticksComin' with a glock and a clip {*imitiating gun sounds*}Verbals on job like missles when the AK's spitRunnin' shit like the St. LunaticsBitch niggaz[Chorus][Killah Priest]I spit verses similar to cursesHave nurses closin' up the curtainsCallin' up surgeons, hookin' ya body up to circuitsBut ya condition just worsensto the point ya lungs and ya heart stop workin''Til ya carried off into churches then leave off into hursesPlay six feet Beneath the SurfaceAlong with the worms and the serpentsBut I be somewhere in Persian wearin' turbansHerbalist, the verbalist, the thoroughestSome kind of divine therapistCome back to the states as a terroristWearin' a face like I never existPull out the Beretta and I spitCops touch me then I sever they wristAsk yourself what type of era this isIt's the era of the horses, Priest the HorsemanPriest the Horseman, keep talkin'[Chorus x2][Outro: Kurupt]Everybody..